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Yokoi had just gotten the first good sleep in several days, and! …She still felt like crap.
There were several things she could pinpoint as to why. For one, Akiba-
For two! A single day of good sleep and food wouldnt erase days of none of those things. She thinks she may have eaten *too* much.
Three, she felt utterly, completely useless.
She’d been useless in the trial. She couldn’t keep two of her friends from *dying*. And worse, everyone still hated each other. She was a failure, everyone was going to tear each other apart, and she wasn’t going to be able to stop it.
Oh, and by ‘first good sleep’, she meant, 5 hours. And she woke up, and couldn’t fall back asleep. Nightmares of...the killers...screams haunted her.
So she found herself wandering. It was strange, not having to worry about her three hour time limit this time.
After a little bit, she heard a tiny, hiccuping sob. Despite being heard through the storage room door, Yokoi knew who it was immediately.
Oh, Ogura…
Her bathroom mate, who she'd thought odd before, but now that thought was too cruel to entertain. Why was she in the room her friend died in?
Maybe she could help. Yokois hand brushed the doorknob, then she stopped, before grasping it tight.
“...Ogura?”
The sobs stopped.
“H-halt.”
God, her voice sounded so small. Yokoi met eyes with a dull grey.
“S-sorry, it’s just me. Yokoi. I’m…are you okay?”
“What do you think.”
Her voice was deadpan. Sarcastic. Not at all like the Ogura from the days before.
“Why are you here.”
“I just…couldn’t sleep.”
“...”
The two stood in silence for a while. Yokoi’s eyes darted around, trying to find something. Then she spotted it.
“OH! Look at these!”
“Hm?”
Yokoi pulled a little box of figurines off a shelf. “These are cute! A-aren’t they?”
“I guess?”
Darnit. Her voice still wasn’t happy. What to do, what to do, what to-
“W-would you like to play dungeons and dragons?!” she spoke without thinking.
“...I don’t know of such a thing.” Ogura finally said, and there was a little curiosity!
“Oh, you would *love* it! It’s basically this thing where a bunch of people play through a story by pretending to be a character! A-and the dungeon master talks you through the scenery, and you roll dice, and, uh…god, I need more sleep.”
Ogura chuckled lightly. “Playing a character, huh…”
“Yeah! You could be uh, a little goblin!” Shit, why did she say that!? “OR A ARCHER!” FUCK EVEN WORSE. “O-or…a swordfighter, or a dragon with giant wings!”
“Or a disciple of a god…”
“Y-yeah! That’s actually a whole class, they’re called Warlocks, and…”
Ogura’s eyes seemed to brighten a bit as Yokoi continued to ramble. Finally, she sighed.
“YOKOIIII RUKA!” She yelped suddenly. Yokoi jolted.
“I STAND IN AWE OF YOUR PASSION! I WILL JOIN YOU ON THIS QUEST!!!”
“Y-you will?! We’ll probably need more players-”
“I will recruit the greatest souls in this purg-in this PRISON - to join us! Do not be worried!”
“I-thank you! That would be very helpful!”
“T…” Oguras voice softened. “Thank you, Ruka.”
Yokoi smiled. “I…I’m glad I could help.”
Maybe she was good for something after all. Even if it was just making this odd, cute girl smile.